toyingA Poem by misterfebusDo you ever get the feeling when walking that your head and shoulders are stretching for the clouds? Remember Mr. Armstrong the toy you can stretch from head to toe and his blood ran blue? And how sometimes along the edge of the road walking, the vertical pushing on the legs causes them to shorten; bottom falls out? Our childish maneuvers brought back to feelings in a walking moment- "How come Mr. Armstrong didn't come with clothes for his naked body, like girls have with barbies?" Well..at least Mr. Armstrong's head didn't come loose; that would be a whole different walk-about-town experience (fact of matter an allusion). © 2015 misterfebus |
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Added on November 24, 2015 Last Updated on December 3, 2015 AuthormisterfebusCOAboutA kid of colorful coats now in an older jacket finding in the pockets pieces of wrinkled paper memories dusted with lead. more..Writing
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